Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 512 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Bind him I say. Hard, hard: O filthy Traitor. Unmerciful Lady, as you are, I'm none. To this Chair bind him, Villain, thou shalt find. By the kind Gods, 'tis most ignobly done To pluck me by the Beard. So white, and such a Traitor? Naughty Lady, These hairs which thou dost ravish from my chin Will quicken and accuse thee. I am your Host, With Robbers hands, my hospitable favours You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? Come Sir. What Letters had you late from France? Be simple answered, for we know the truth. And what confederacy have you with the Traitors, late footed in the Kingdom? To whose hands You have sent the Lunatic King: Speak. I have a Letter guessingly set down Which came from one that's of a neutral heart, And not from one opposed. Cunning. And false. Where hast thou sent the King? To Dover. Wherefore to Dover? Was't thou not charged at peril. Wherefore to Dover? Let him answer that. I am tied to ' th' Stake, And I must stand the Course. Wherefore to Dover? Because I would not see thy cruel Nails Pluck out his poor old eyes: nor thy fierce Sister, In his Anointed flesh, stick boarish fangs. The Sea, with such a storm as his bare head, In Hell-blacke-night endured, would have buoyed up And quenched the Stelled fires: Yet poor old heart, he holp the Heavens to rain. If Wolves had at thy Gate howled that stern time, Thou shouldst have said, good Porter turn the Key: All Cruels else subscribe: but I shall see The winged Vengeance overtake such Children. See't shalt thou never. Fellows hold the Chair, Upon these eyes of thine, I'll set my foot. He that will think to live, till he be old, Give me some help.— O cruel! O you Gods. One side will mock another: Th' other too. If you see vengeance. Hold your hand, my Lord: I have served you ever since I was a Child: But better service have I never done you, Then now to bid you hold. How now, you dog? If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean? My Villain? Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger. Give me thy Sword. A peasant stand up thus? Oh I am slain: my Lord, you have one eye left To see some mischief on him. Oh. Lest it see more, prevent it; Out vild jelly: Where is thy lustre now? All dark and comfortless? Where's my Son Edmund? Edmund, enkindle all the sparks of Nature To quit this horrid act. Out treacherous Villain, Thou call'st on him, that hates thee. It was be That made the overture of thy Treasons to us: Who is too good to pity thee. O my Follies! then Edgar was abused, Kind Gods, forgive me that, and prosper him. Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell His way to Dover. How is't my Lord? How look you?
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Binde him I ſay. Hard, hard: O filthy Traitor. Vnmercifull Lady, as you are, I'me none. To this Chaire binde him, Villaine, thou ſhalt finde. By the kinde Gods, 'tis moſt ignobly done To plucke me by the Beard. So white, and ſuch a Traitor? Naughty Ladie, Theſe haires which thou doſt rauiſh from my chin Will quicken and accuſe thee. I am your Hoſt, With Robbers hands, my hoſpitable fauours You ſhould not ruffle thus. What will you do? Come Sir. What Letters had you late from France? Be ſimple anſwer'd, for we know the truth. And what confederacie haue you with the Traitors, late footed in the Kingdome? To whoſe hands You haue ſent the Lunaticke King: Speake. I haue a Letter gueſſingly ſet downe Which came from one that's of a newtrall heart, And not from one oppos'd. Cunning. And falſe. Where haſt thou ſent the King? To Douer. Wherefore to Douer? Was't thou not charg'd at perill. Wherefore to Douer? Let him anſwer that. I am tyed to' th' Stake, And I muſt ſtand the Courſe. Wherefore to Douer? Becauſe I would not ſee thy cruell Nailes Plucke out his poore old eyes: nor thy fierce Siſter, In his Annointed fleſh, ſticke boariſh phangs. The Sea, with ſuch a ſtorme as his bare head, In Hell-blacke-night indur'd, would haue buoy'd vp And quench'd the Stelled fires: Yet poore old heart, he holpe the Heauens to raine. If Wolues had at thy Gate howl'd that ſterne time, Thou ſhould'ſt haue ſaid, good Porter turne the Key: All Cruels elſe ſubſcribe: but I ſhall ſee The winged Vengeance ouertake ſuch Children. See't ſhalt thou neuer. Fellowes hold ye Chaire, Vpon theſe eyes of thine, Ile ſet my foote. He that will thinke to liue, till he be old, Giue me ſome helpe. — O cruell! O you Gods. One ſide will mocke another: Th' other too. If you ſee vengeance. Hold your hand, my Lord: I haue ſeru'd you euer ſince I was a Childe: But better ſeruice haue I neuer done you, Then now to bid you hold. How now, you dogge? If you did weare a beard vpon your chin, I'ld ſhake it on this quarrell. What do you meane? My Villaine? Nay then come on, and take the chance of anger. Giue me thy Sword. A pezant ſtand vp thus? Oh I am ſlaine: my Lord, you haue one eye left To ſee ſome miſchefe on him▪ Oh. Leſt it ſee more, preuent it; Out vilde gelly: Where is thy luſter now? All darke and comfortleſſe? Where's my Sonne Edmund? Edmund, enkindle all the ſparkes of Nature To quit this horrid acte. Out treacherous Villaine, Thou call'ſt on him, that hates thee. It was be That made the ouerture of thy Treaſons to vs: Who is too good to pitty thee. O my Follies! then Edgar was abus'd, Kinde Gods, forgiue me that, and proſper him. Go thruſt him out at gates, and let him ſmell His way to Douer. How is't my Lord? How looke you?